Quick Authors note!

THIS IS SORT OF A CHAPTER TWO TO MY STORY CALLED "HOW STANGERS LOVE." YOU CAN READ THIS WITHOUT IT, BUT IT'S A LOT BETTER WITH IT INCLUDED. (This is however, from my series, I Love The Way You...)

Blaine was getting better after about five months. Sure. He still missed his mom, but with some help from Kurt, he was getting better.

However, some days were just, really hard.

It was something that happened to Kurt all the time, and now he thought nothing of it. But to Blaine it was a horrible first.

Kurt and Blaine were sitting on the couch of his living room watching Deathly Hallows Part One when the phone rang. Blaine got up and walked into the kitchen to answer it.

"Hello?" Blaine said into the phone.

"Hi, this is Shianne from Bank of America," the woman said in a perjury voice. "Is Paula Anderson there?"

Blaine inhaled sharply.

"No she's dead, this is her son."Blaine hung up the phone violently.

Kurt, knowing what happened quickly rushes to Blaine's side.

"Blaine-"

"No." He said roughly, trudging downstairs into his basement.

"Blaine, wait stop. Stop!" Kurt screamed running after him.

After Blaine had been bullied so much in his first years of high school his parents turned their basement into a place where Blaine could vent. Draw, dance, sing, write music. And after his mother had died. He'd taken up painting.

Blaine was already at his easel stabbing brush strokes vigorously.

"Blaine." Kurt pushed.

Blaine ignored him.

"Blaine!" Kurt said louder.

Blaine kept painting.

"Jesus Christ Blaine! Will you talk to me?" He shouted.

"What Kurt?" Blaine said throwing his brush on the ground.

"Please talk to me, please!" Kurt begged.

"What is there to say Kurt? Every time I feel like life is going to be normal again, I get a reminder of how completely fucked up it is!"

Blaine picks up his brush and violently dips it in blue paint.

"It takes a while Blaine, I wish I could tell you that it just gets better over night, but I would be lying to you."

Blaine takes a final stroke to his painting and sets down the paint brush.

Blaine is breathing heavily and running his fingers through his hair.

Kurt walks up slowly to his side wrapping his arms around his waist.

"It's beautiful sweetie."

"Not as beautiful as you though, nothing is or ever will be."

"I'm here for you okay?" Kurt said softly.

"Okay."